Chaos Spirit Field

Time flies, the days and months pass by like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Shanhe and his companions had been away from the Black Chicken Nation for half a year, but they still hadn't encountered any human kingdoms. After all, the Southern Continent was vast and dominated by demons, so human kingdoms were relatively rare.

Zhu Bajie looked at the dense forest ahead and couldn't help complaining, "Master, this forest is too dense. It seriously affects our speed. Why don't we just fly over there? No one will see us anyway."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head and responded, "Bajie, the laws of nature cannot be deceived. Haste makes waste. Moreover, there is still a disaster here that has not yet been overcome. I expect someone to call for help soon."

Sure enough, at this moment, a childish voice came from a distance: "Help! Some kind-hearted person please save me!"

Zhu Bajie said flatteringly, "Master, you are truly a prophet. Someone really is calling for help."

"Let's go over and take a look."

Zhao Shanhe and the others immediately followed the direction of the sound. They saw a delicate child tied tightly to a tree trunk by vines. His face was filled with fear, but he didn't shed a single tear. It was obvious that he wasn't a serious child.

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but tease, "Master, this little demon is really interesting. He actually tied himself up. I'll just use my rake to get rid of him."

After hearing Zhu Bajie's words, the child's expression instantly turned gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He cursed inwardly, "This damn fat pig is trying to kill me! I'm going to roast him!"

Zhao Shanhe quickly scolded him, "Don't talk nonsense, Bajie. Wukong, quickly get him down from the tree! Don't drop him."

Sun Wukong blew, and the child's restraints were undone. He lightly jumped down from the tree, then quickly walked over to Zhao Shanhe, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you, Elder, for saving me. If it weren't for the help of you and my fellow brothers, I would have been eaten by the tiger demon."

Zhao Shanhe quickly helped him up and comforted him, "Don't be polite, benefactor. We just happened to pass by here and saved you. What's your name? Why were you captured by that tiger demon?"

The child, filled with gratitude, said, "My name is Shengying, and I'm from Huoyun Village up ahead. Today, while I was chopping wood in the mountains, I unfortunately encountered that tiger demon. It had something urgent to do, so it tied me to a tree. If the elders hadn't shown up in time, I would have become its meal."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Holy Infant, where is your home? I'll take you back and let you stay overnight. I hope your family doesn't mind."

The Holy Infant replied, "Elder, I live in the Fire Cloud Cave, not far from here."

Zhu Bajie, who was standing by, couldn't help but interrupt when he heard this: "You've given yourself away, little monster! Who would live in a cave?"

When the child heard this, he immediately retorted angrily: "Fat pig, you are the monster! I was talking about Huoyun Village, you heard it wrong." As he said this, he made a naughty face.

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but laugh at this scene. He quickly said to Zhu Bajie, "Bajie, living in a cave doesn't necessarily mean it's a monster. Holy Infant, Journey to the West is just a novel, and the plot is all fabricated. Eating my flesh won't make you immortal. Besides, Kui Niu is a vegetarian, and Jade Rakshasa won't eat human flesh. Only monsters eat humans. Are you still going to eat them?"

When the Holy Infant heard this, he was incredulous. It turned out that the other party knew his background. He asked curiously, "Master Xuanzang, do you know my parents?"

"Although I don't know you, I have heard of you. It's getting late, let's go to your cave and eat while chatting." Zhao Shanhe replied with a smile.

The Holy Child nodded, and suddenly pointed at Zhu Bajie and said, "Master Xuanzang, my leg is injured. Let this fat pig carry me."

Zhu Bajie said dissatisfiedly: "You just jumped down from the tree, you don't look injured at all."

"I sprained my ankle when I was coming down. Is that okay? Master Xuanzang, can you let the fat pig carry me?"

Zhao Shanhe looked at Zhu Bajie helplessly, then said, "Bajie, come here and carry the Holy Infant."

Although Zhu Bajie was not very happy about it, he still did as he was asked.

The Holy Child lay on his back and said with a grin, "Fat pig, I'm very heavy!"

Zhu Bajie nonchalantly replied, "How heavy can you be, little brat? I'm incredibly strong, and I can easily carry a mountain on my back!"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a weight on his back that made him almost breathless and almost fell to the ground. Zhu Bajie muttered to himself, "What does this child eat every day? Why is it so heavy? It's heavier than a mountain! I must never brag like that again..."

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help laughing when he saw Zhu Bajie's miserable appearance. He then said to Shengying, "Shengying, my disciple has no sense of propriety in his words. Please don't bother with him."

The Holy Child pretended to be innocent and asked, "Master Xuanzang, why do you say that?"

Zhao Shanhe explained with a smile, "Your skill in exorcising spirits is indeed miraculous, but those gods will at least give me some respect when they hear my name. Do you want to end up like the Rain God?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Bajie suddenly felt the pressure on his back disappear, and he felt extremely relaxed. He smiled smugly and said, "Haha, kid, it seems that your face is not as great as my old master's!"

The Holy Infant tried his best to cast spells, but the mountain gods and land gods simply did not listen to his orders. Even the threat to burn the temple, which had always worked before, was no longer effective.

Zhao Shanhe sternly reprimanded, "Bajie, shut up! You and the Holy Infant have a deep connection, and it's not unfair to ask you to carry him on your back."

The Holy Infant looked at Zhu Bajie with a look of disgust and said, "Master Xuanzang, who has any connection with this fat pig?"

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but laugh at the expression on the child's face. He explained, "Holy Infant, my second disciple's original master was the Great Master Xuandu. Have you ever heard of him?"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Infant's expression changed instantly. He said with a look of disgust, "This fat pig is actually the disciple of that heartless and treacherous man! I won't let him carry me! This white horse looks quite nice. Master Xuanzang, do you mind riding with me?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and shook his head, saying, "I don't like to interact with people, so I'll give you this white horse." After saying that, he dismounted and gave the mount to the Holy Infant.

Long Shisi said dissatisfiedly: "Master, how can you let others ride me? Little Shisi is not clean anymore."

When the Holy Child heard that the horse under his butt could talk, he immediately became interested and said, "This is the first time I've seen a talking horse in my life. How did you become a spirit?"

Long Shisi retorted, "You are the horse spirit, I am the dragon."

"I've heard dragon meat is delicious, but I've never tried it. Please contribute some meat."

Long Shisi was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He felt like a dish. He should have kept silent earlier. He quickly said, "You heard wrong. I am a horse. My meat is smelly. Eating it will give you diarrhea."